[Intro]
Run it up, run it up
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Bibby]
Run it up (Yeah)
Niggas be swearin' they one of us
I keep the gang in the cut (Gang in the cut)
I don't see no one in front of us (No one in front of us)
Nigga if you mad or somethin' (Mad)
Get in your bag or somethin' (Get in your bag)
Pull out them racks or somethin' (Pull out them racks)
Get you a bag or somethin' (Or get you a bag)
Look at my shoes, beastie (Look at my shoes, yeah)
Look at my jewels, beastie (Look at my jewels)
Look at my crew, beastie (Look at my crew)
Niggas like ooh, beastie (Niggas like ooh)
Yeah, run it up (Yeah)
I don't see no one in front of us (I don't see no one in front of us)
Yeah, run it up (Ayy, ayy)
Look at my gang, I fuck it up (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
You could check my bag I'm decent (Yeah, yeah)
Sme-Smellin' like stank, I'm reekin'
Way I'm winnin' you would think I'm cheatin'
Rockin' Y3, this ain't regular Adidas (Nah, nah)
And I'm still in the streets if a nigga want beef tell a nigga I'll eat it (Nah, for real)
I wake up in the morning I run up a check (Nah, for real, for real)
Go to sleep and repeat it
I stay with the torch, I'm stayed on the porch
Since a lil youngin' I stayed in the courts
I had to lie just to play in a Porsche
She wanna spin, everyday with the boys
These niggas, they noodle and shit
The .40 be [?] to my hip
If they risk for my juice in this bitch
Then I fuck around and like losin' this bitch
Run it up, run it up
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Bibby]
Run it up (Yeah)
Niggas be swearin' they one of us
I keep the gang in the cut (Gang in the cut)
I don't see no one in front of us (No one in front of us)
Nigga if you mad or somethin' (Mad)
Get in your bag or somethin' (Get in your bag)
Pull out them racks or somethin' (Pull out them racks)
Get you a bag or somethin' (Or get you a bag)
Look at my shoes, beastie (Look at my shoes, yeah)
Look at my jewels, beastie (Look at my jewels)
Look at my crew, beastie (Look at my crew)
Niggas like ooh, beastie (Niggas like ooh)
Yeah, run it up (Yeah)
I don't see no one in front of us (I don't see no one in front of us)
Yeah, run it up (Ayy, ayy)
Look at my gang, I fuck it up (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
You could check my bag I'm decent (Yeah, yeah)
Sme-Smellin' like stank, I'm reekin'
Way I'm winnin' you would think I'm cheatin'
Rockin' Y3, this ain't regular Adidas (Nah, nah)
And I'm still in the streets if a nigga want beef tell a nigga I'll eat it (Nah, for real)
I wake up in the morning I run up a check (Nah, for real, for real)
Go to sleep and repeat it
I stay with the torch, I'm stayed on the porch
Since a lil youngin' I stayed in the courts
I had to lie just to play in a Porsche
She wanna spin, everyday with the boys
These niggas, they noodle and shit
The .40 be [?] to my hip
If they risk for my juice in this bitch
Then I fuck around and like losin' this bitch
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